Diary of a Falafel Lord

Wednesday

Happy birthday to my ex-terrifying dragon. I'd been planning on taking him out on a fabulous date in Brooklyn, to a nice restaurant, and giving him a huge box of chocolates and a new garrotte wire - Garry's is all frayed and rusty now after all the killing. But now he won't talk to me, I won't come out of my room, and we're not together any more. Every thing has gone wrong.
I'm still in my room, haven't left it since yesterday. I'm not sure if I'm awake or asleep at some points, or somewhere in between. My heart knows what's happening, though. It's dying - ripping itself apart and falling over.
Ever since I first saw Alex, ever since he first cut my head off and ran over my feet, I've loved him. Guava stained lips, fashion sense that even Blitz is impressed by, and still kind...some of the time. But not any more.
Somewhere in my haze, I feel my stomach cry out. Not really knowing what I was doing, I stood up and fumbled towards the floor. I think I was wearing pyjamas - one of Alex's shirts and baggy pants from some home brand clothes shop that only appears when it think that all fashion sense has been purged from the hotel. They were comfy, though, if not at all stylish. I'd live on the streets for long enough to know that when I was feeling like this, dignity didn't matter.
My fingers felt like butter, half sinking into my door handle. I had to engage all of my muscles to pull it down, and when I stepped out the sunlight made my eyes hurt. There was a trolley outside Halfborn's room with a pig-head on it, the cheeks gouged out, and Alex's door had a hole at about the level that he'd kick it at. I couldn't blame him, honestly.
Turning down the hall towards the elevator, I barely saw anything. Spots appeared at the edge of my vision, and streaks danced across it. I hadn't been out of bed in three days except to go to the bathroom and my head was paying for it now. I stumbled a few steps forwards, and felt my eyes prick. I was a wreck, pathetic and heartbroken.
Something - someone - slammed into me, pressing me against the wall. My head slammed against the hard wood and brought me back to reality. Alex Fierro, male today, had me pressed against the side of the hallway. Even through my heartbreak, I could appreciate his face. Green locks spilling into his piercing, heterochromic eyes, his high cheekbones and full lips and strong jaw tight as he stared into my eyes. Gods, I still loved him. I could feel the heat from his breath and his body on my face, and the Undead Snare pressed against my throat.
"Hi, Alex." I croaked. A single tear trickled out of my left eye, and I tried to reach up to brush it away. Alex slapped my hand away.
"Magnus Chase. I should kill you right here." He spat. "You have thirty seconds to explain my you cheated on me TJ."
"I didn't." I said. I couldn't be sarcastic to Alex's face, not when I was feeling like this. "I-Please believe me, Alex."
The garrotte tightened across my throat. "Snogging him is pretty one dimensional."
"I didn't kiss him!" I said. Alex stomped.
"I know what I saw."
"No! It was because of the dare, he thought that I liked him because I had to kiss him for that dare and so he came in and kiss-"
"Times up, bitch." Alex growled, pulling the string tighter. I could feel my breath trying to pull past Garry, but it was getting harder. I leant in and kissed Alex Fierro. Every millimetre forwards hurt, made my breath harder, but kissing Alex again...that made it worth the pain. He pushed into my kiss for a moment, relaxing against me. I was about three centimetres taller than him, just enough to make a difference when I leant down.
Alex jerked away, and slapped my face. I could feel his handprint burning there, his mouth still on mine. "You cheated on me!"
"I didn't! Listen to me!" I yelled back.
The elevator dinged, and Mallory stepped out with Charlie. Alex and I both spun to them. "Go away!"
Alex turned back to me. "Continue."
"I kissed him for that dare, and he thought that meant that I wanted to do it more." I said. Alex nodded. "I can't think with that snare around my neck. That's better. TJ came into my room and kissed me. You saw that part, and interrupted. We stopped about half a second after that. The whole thing didn't even take five seconds." I said. Alex let Garry drop to his side, looped around his hand. My eyes followed it for a moment, then snapped back to his. "I would never cheat on you Alex Fierro." I said. Alex wasn't convinced. I knew I needed something big, something that I'd never said to him before even though it was true. I'd wanted to say it since the moment I'd met him, but I'd never known the right time. Was it true? I thought for a moment. I wanted to spend the rest of my death with Alex, I'd do anything for him. Leaving him, even for a few days, had torn me apart. It was true, I loved Alex Fierro. "I love you, with every part of my corpse."
Alex paused for a moment, and rolled his eyes. He pushed his hand behind my neck and pulled me into a kiss. "I love you too, Mergnus." I swear, in that moment, kissing my boyfriend again, Ragnarok could have started and I wouldn't have cared less. I just wanted to kiss Alex Fierro forever, because I loved him and he loved me and who needed anything else in this world except Alex Fierro.
I pulled away. "I'm not a fucking mermaid."
"Sure. I want my birthday present." He muttered. He still smelt like cinnamon and fruit, like a vanilla-ry Christmas cake.
"Later." I replied. "Just...enjoy this."
Alex buried his head in my shoulder, and I felt a choking sob rattle through his body. If Alex was crying...I let my tears fall and kissed the top of his head.